Steven was a weirdo from the start--there was no doubt about it. But I never thought he'd be the pervy type. Personally, I always found his antics charming. But one slow night, when the managers and all our coworkers had left early, leaving only the occasional nighttime janitor wandering the kitchens with his faithful mop, I came to the conclusion that everything I knew about him was completely bullshit.
We were just messing around like coworkers do, teasing each other and watching the time drag on. Now he stood a little too close for comfort, and I didn't know what to think. I just knew--no, my body knew--that I wanted him closer.
"Tie my shoe."
"What?" I giggled in disbelief.
"My shoe. Tie it."
I looked at him dubiously. "Uh, no?" I tried to think of some lighthearted comment to break the sudden spike of tension, like that I had a doctor's note saying I can't bend over. Something to deflect his weird, scathing stare or his thinly-pursed lips.
"Tie. My fucking. Shoe," Steven growled under his breath, grabbed my shoulder and shoved me to my knees on the hard tile floor. The outline of his cock bulged under his messy black slacks. If not for the food stains all over, I might have instinctively reached over and touched it then. After staring at it for a moment, I realized I wanted his cock so badly that my mouth began to water.
He must have seen me lick my lips. "You're so needy." He brushed the hair out of my eyes and cupped my face, holding it still between his large palms. The lust in his face melted my resolve. I began to feel guilt for not giving him enough of what he needed. Slowly, he brought my mouth closer to the tip until lips touched it. The head was covered in precum and I parted my lips to taste it in my mouth. It made me tingle unexpectedly, realizing how desperately I craved his touch.
His breath caught and he even stuttered a little. I made love to his cock with my mouth, paying equal attention to the shaft, head, and balls. His entire penis was soaked in my own desperation, and it drove me to the brink of insanity.
Steven slid both hands over my chest, groping and pinching and squeezing whatever he could find. I jerked back. I hated having my nipples played with. "Hey, wait--"
He grunted in frustration, thrust his cock against the back of my throat, and grabbed my chest even more aggressively. I tried to pull away from the rough contact. He slapped me so hard that I couldn't respond, only loosen my jaw in shock--which, of course, he took advantage of to use me harder.
"This is what you fucking wanted. Isn't it? You were practically begging me with your eyes, strutting around that tight, pretty body."
